Amber Sword Chapter 903 - 182: The Final Moment

"Curious?"

"A young noble from the border, knows the Head Wolf Aisis, knows the Space Rune Array of Dalastair, and carries the Dragon God's gift and the Earth and Mountains Sword—"

"The longsword in your hand, it's the Sky Blue, isn't it?" The old man's gray-green eyes looked at Brand, with a wise smile.

Brand's heart skipped a beat.

"Can a young noble not possess these? That could be considered a prejudice."

"Sotis, you have to admit that prejudice is a form of experience," William laughed, "But it seems these are Your Excellency's secrets, so it's presumptuous of . I suppose if I apologized, you wouldn't hold it against an old man like , right?"

This playful remark made Brand chuckle. At least William's approachable manner was several levels above those arrogant Cruz people, although in theory, as the Wizard Leader of the Silver People, he had more reason to look down on the Black Iron People.

But in comparison to the wizards' humility and courteousness, the Cruz people's envoy beca a pathetic upstart.

"Well, actually, I'm more concerned about this." The old man looked up at the majestic stone gate and shook his head, "Certainly, beyond this gate won't be the resting place of the Lion Heart Sword, everyone guessed wrong."

He turned back, his gray-green eyes flickering with a strange expression, "But if I'm not mistaken, you know what's behind this gate, don't you?"

Brand didn't believe William was here out of curiosity, but he still asked, "Master Wizard, what are the basic principles of Magic?"

For William, this question was as simple as eating and drinking, and he answered without thinking, "It's the exchange of mana and laws."

"I've heard the emblem of the Silver Alliance is a silver scale, could Master Wizard tell why?"

A gleam flashed in William's eyes, "Equivalent exchange. Good lad, I see, what do you want?"

"Just a favor," Brand replied.

"I understand, you want to block that woman, right?" The old man turned his gaze to the other side of the valley, "A bit troubleso, but not impossible to consider."

Brand nodded. He didn't doubt why William could guess his thoughts; this Wizard Leader, with not only wisdom but also rich experience accumulated over a long life, could perceive the truth of many things.

The old man smiled, "It's quite a difficult bargain, but I think it's fair. So now you can tell what's behind this door, right?"

"Valhalla," Brand answered.

William was slightly taken aback, "You an the ruins of the Goddess that the Druids speak of?"

Brand nodded again. He wasn't worried that this Legendary Wizard Leader would interfere in this matter, because to most, the significance of Valhalla was rely a primitive torch. Obtaining this torch could instantly make one a lord, but the appeal was insignificant to a wizard at the peak of power.

Moreover, Bujia, as a Floating City State alliance, had its craftsman wizards who had little concept or need for territory.

Furthermore, in the Order camp, this Great Wizard and he are on the sa side.

"There is a legend that in the south of Erune is the original torch left by Martha. I've only heard so rumors, but to think it's right at the center of the Trade Wind Ring," William said, looking at the majestic stone gate, "Is it really behind this door?"

Brand nodded.

"Truly astonishing," the old man turned back, "But now I'm even more curious, this is a legend recorded in the Druids' secret text, how did you know?"

Brand smiled without answering.

"I understand, it's another secret, isn't it?"

Brand nodded.

And right at this mont, at the sa ti in the Withered Wood Council of the Green Tower, the Druids were anxiously awaiting the final hour to arrive. Outside the hall, lightning and thunder connected into one, so frequent it seed like the sky was not raining but thundering. Blinding streaks of lightning pierced the rainy night, illuminating people's faces.

The howling wolf pack had already entered the upper layers of the Green Tower, and the battle was unfolding in the market area. The Centaurs and Tree Elf Guard had lost the market the previous night but regained it by the next noon. Both sides were engaged in a prolonged battle lasting more than ten hours within the areas ford of vines and branches.